Making that which needs making.
Maki that which needs rolling.
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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
The Hodler
The fields await at break of day
The yield arrives at dinner
The seasons do ever come and go
The hodler becomes a winner
Jenna
Let your light shine where it is needed most,
The path made clear as can be.
Let your light shine on glimmering hope,
Praise the sun and its bright binding,
Illuminating for all to see.
The Quiet Nights
The quiet nights are those
like tonight without power yet
with candlelight
In the dancing shadows hide
glimpses and glows of
true sight
The Library's Call
Not the books, but the knowledge
Hidden between pages and within words
Voices of the Past speak and listen do they
The Wandering find a new light to brave.
Cat does not forget
Catalina does not forget
her favourite toy to pet.
A little mouse on string
A jump pounce and spring.
My Shelf
Does the name inspire function or the use beget a name?
My bookshelf is not tall.
It is wide.
It is a TV shelf without a TV (a shelf).
It is a shelf with books (a bookshelf).
A TV shelf makes a good bookshelf, too.
The shelf is just a shelf until I imagine what might it carry.
Lantern Poem (Oculus Launchpad Week 3)
(crossposted from the Oculus Launchpad Blog!)
Development on Lanterns will be slow this month, but I expect to catch up in August.
This week I've written the poem that will play out at the beginning of each chapter.
Development on Lanterns will be slow this month, but I expect to catch up in August.
This week I've written the poem that will play out at the beginning of each chapter.
Lanterns
In the dusk of Autumn night,
The pale white moon glows ever bright.
Lantern flames begin to light;
Spirits visit and alight.
River
Trouble brews at the ford,
Catching us from moving foward.
A slicing wind strikes aboard.
Dying flames require ward
Flight
O lanterns won’t you float along?
Your kindled flames will crackle strong.
Lift our Spirits up on high,
To their homes in the sky.
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